"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
The warming weather has me thinking about last summer's trip to Italy (a trip I started saving for in graduate school). This summer? Grading AP Exams in Daytona.